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the best medicine

One morning a week I meet a few of my buddies on our neighbor Gabe’s porch for coffee.

Gabe is Indy’s best-friend Scout’s daddy. He’s also a close friend and has worked with Joey and me for years on all of our music videos, TV specials, and film projects. He was also the “old-school” host of our weekly television show.

While his wife and babies sleep inside, a bunch of us guys take over the porch of their little farmhouse and drink coffee and do man stuffwhatever that is. Mostly talk and share stories and laugh.

It feels good to laugh.

There’s no agenda. No plan to get to the bottom of anything… except our coffee cups.

Some are doctors and some are musicians that travel the world and perform. Two of the guys, Chris and Matt, own a little coffee shop nearby in Columbia called Muletown Coffee and they supply the inspiration. Both of them have little ones like I do and their wives used midwives when they had their babies, so we have a lot in common.

Some men are Catholic, and some attend a Church of Christ or Baptist church or somewhere else, but they all share something in common... they all love God. And they love their wives and want to be better fathers and men.

So together, we greet each other and the day... as the sun comes up over Mr. Ring’s barn and cows.

And we laugh.

And we heal.

And we ponder what’s next in our lives. What story God is using us to tell.

It might be something heavy and profoundlike what Joey and I’ve been through the last year or twowhere you feel His presence and you know you can not get through a single day without Him. Or it might be something much smaller. A moment that seems insignificant, but most likely it’s not.

Like having coffee with friends. This is where lives change. Where something is said and a path changes. In my life, it’s never been the big events that change everything... it’s always been the small ones. The ones that you don’t think matter. But they do.

And so I will celebrate and capture the big stories and the small ones in my life. Because they are all part of a much larger story that someone else is telling. A story about healing a heart that is broken. Too broken to talk about, so we don’t. We just drink coffee. And we laugh.

And maybe that really is after all...

The best medicine.



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